Tag: Eli Oko
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Glasshouse by Eli Oko
With Windows and doors With walls and floors With a surrounding so pretty and a thousand reasons to never leave They travel into the crowds amongst the civilians They pretend to hold everything in the bags they carry But it’s nothing Just hopes and dreams and the little things inbetween From the inside it seems…
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Exposed by Eli Oko
I read dark poems about life slipping between fingers I find myself enjoying how writers explore the sentiments of life and death How they flirt with the idea of ending everything How they claim to have nothing to lose But I sense they hold everything they work for within their lines The validations they have…
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Colourful Decades by Eli Oko
He thinks he knows me He thinks he truly understands how my mind works How reality is from my perspective But he will never know I cry from my heart. The veins behind my eyes burst before they even water And the colour of my eyes change I see red when I peer into my…
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OCD by Neil Hilborn
The first time I saw her… Everything in my head went quiet. All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors?…




